I have just completed my Design & Business class (That’s one down, yay!) it was not what I had expected, not quite what I was hoping for and a certainly scored a group with some peculiar dynamics…

Our business plan wound around this idea of converting food scraps from restaurants into organic fertiliser: yes it can be done, our focus was on the service of waste removal and forging links between the food and farming industries. This is the logo I designed for Waste Organics… it was done quickly (it’s not quite even) and the idea to me still seems a little too cutesy or something that resonates with the word flabby – but it probably works for what it is. The kind of nice irony is that apparently ‘dandelions are a logo design trend for 2009‘ – I did not know this before today. There is also a secondary version with the forks growing – for the future projection with farming involvement.

I am truly glad to see the tail end of this class, it tried my patience no end and I did have to do a lot of the work, but all up it was a kind of pleasing outcome. Cheers and good riddance.

I just finished this book: Written lives thanks to Javier Marias. It is a collection of essays – short stories on 25+ (I didn’t count) key writers. I confess I haven’t read even close to all of them but it did feature surprising insights into those like Rilke and Oscar Wilde. The rest I am now inclined to pay a literary visit to.

I have concluded since reading, that to be of the highest calibre of writer you must a) have a tragic life b) know multiple other writers who also have tragic lives and c) hate at least one of them.

So tragically I will never be an author of this kind.

Highly amusing read, worth much more than the measly $5 I paid for it.

Giant marbles on a wooden floor
banging together
not sensible
people holding hearts
a pendulous echo
God listening,
just listening.

Christina spoke this morning on Job 3 and about pain relating in particular to the apparent absence of God. And this is what I wrote. To be honest, not a lot of thought went into it, or feeling, it just kind of wrote itself. Mainly because I was feeling too blah – I’m coming down with something (always at the most inconvenient time of the year!)- to bother joining others for a discussion.